Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

"Do you know why the U.S. military spending is increasing by 1000 billion a year?" Although Luthor didn't answer Lucy directly, there was a satisfied emotion in his eyes. When men face women, sometimes they have a natural feeling. Weakness, when men are pursued by male creatures of the same race, they get a sense of vanity, but when they are praised by a different race—that is, women, they get a sense of conquest, and the latter is more comfortable than the former.

But for women, especially for Lucy, humility is just a tool to pry men's mouths open.No matter how smart a man is, he will be tricked when he is proud.

"Why do we have more and more soldiers? Is it really a growing threat? No, it's just because of political needs. Arms dealers funded and voted for congressmen, and congressmen persuaded Congress to increase military spending, and arms dealers sold more Arms, more companies, more jobs, better wages, people get jobs, they're satisfied, they keep supporting their MPs...and the cycle continues."

Luthor's hand circled in the air, and clapped his hands together, signaling a closed loop.

"If you want to end this cycle, you want to use a small wooden stick to directly pry this society. You think you are helping Stark, no, you are sending yourself to the fire, and you throw Stark first went in."

Lucy nodded suddenly, she lightly touched Luther's wine glass: "I don't know whether I should thank you for your warning, or thank you for teaching me how to do business."

Lucy really didn't know whether Luther was kind or threatening, but no matter what, he threw the most difficult bone in the future in front of her, reminding her faintly that Stark used the military production line to make defensive weapons to shake the world. The fundamental interests of national arms dealers have shaken the interests of politicians, and the interests of politicians are often bound to the interests of the people.

The money from the arms dealers set up the entire Congress, and even the current president was elected based on their political donations. It is absolutely impossible to expect the government to turn around and target the arms dealers. What is more likely to happen is that Congress Once again, find some name to suppress Tony.

The last time Tony escaped from Congress, it wasn't just because of his muddling and gags at congressional hearings, what really worked was Stark's powerful lawyer team and lobbyists stationed in Washington. My own public relations manager Suzie said it.

After 911/316, when the president signed something called the "Patriot Act," it allowed the government to monitor citizens' emails, tap their messages, and pass Section [-] to "anti-terrorism" in "emergency situations." "To confiscate Stark's Iron Man armor technology, everything is reasonable and legal.

This bill has indeed helped the police crack down on most of the terrorist activities in critical moments, and even the S.H.I.E.L.D. is relying on this bill to grow slowly, but for Tony Stark, this bill wants to capture him in the name of anti-terrorism. His genius is so unconscionable that he would rather set Stark on fire than do it.

Stark's legal team knew that there would be no result if they persisted, so they refuted it with various definitions of civil liberties in New York State legislation. At the same time, Stark's lobbyist representatives on K Street used some obvious interests to shake The attitude of some liberal congressmen made a hearing against Tony last for a full six months, until the "Patriot Act" expired, and everyone could only watch Stark swagger and continue to wear the Iron Man suit Fly around.

Lucy summed up this incident as the victory of wisdom and the system. As long as you have time and money, you can always find a gap in this system to exploit.But Lucy would rather avoid a head-on confrontation with Congress, because even if you can hold back Congress, the other side can hold you back.

Tony didn't stop producing arms entirely because he was determined to build a better world. In fact, there were also practical reasons-during the hearing, Congress basically cut off his license to buy and sell arms.

This gave Lucy a headache. Before, Tony could cut off the whole arms business by cutting off the arms of a strong man, but this time he couldn't.So she had to get in the way and completely destroy their attempt before Congress made another move.

"I'm not warning you anything." Luther shook his head. "I'm talking about reality. It's imminent. Once Stark's military products are promoted, not only will my military products be hard to sell, but so will everyone else. Technical backwardness in this industry means death. Numerous factories will close down, people will complain, and it is impossible for parliamentarians not to take care of the interests of the people, what do you think will happen?"

"As I said, I'm not blocking the way for arms dealers, I'm providing more intense competition." Lucy frowned.

Luther sneered sharply: "The problem is that Stark is a genius. When he devoted himself to the research of lethal weapons, the arms dealers had less supply at best, and they could sell them at a lower price. Small country. But if Stark starts researching defense and military industry, almost no one can catch up with him. Think about it, all the weapons will be invalid in an instant, and the market for lethal weapons will be gone. You are driving them to a dead end. Do you think they will close their eyes and wait for death, or go to follow Stark to develop new energy sources that do not make money?"

Luther's eyes were rolling, and he glanced over Lucy's shoulders in the banquet hall: "You didn't offend me, you offended this country."

He thought that such a threatening tone would at least scare Lucy, but the other party seemed to take his words as if they were a fairy tale, and even laughed after hearing it.

"Lex, oh, poor Lex," said Lucy, in that aria-like tone, "you're already becoming what you fear most, aren't you? Look, what a contradiction, an immigrant from behind the Iron Curtain The boy who grew up in an Eastern European family from here, a genius who took an entire company from his violent father, a man who dedicated himself to fighting against the authoritarians, but ended up becoming the leader of the authoritarians."

Lucy touched Luther's chest: "You are afraid that the world will return to the hands of people like Stalin, but Lex, you are becoming him."

The relaxed smile that Luther had always hung on his face disappeared. He clenched his fists and accepted Lucy's ridicule: "Are you studying me?"

"It's my responsibility to investigate my donors." Lucy blinked, "Titan hasn't formed a council yet, they asked me to list you in the scope of consideration, but I think, forget it. Because you are too powerful and I need a balance of power."

Luther was intrigued by Lucy's straightforwardness. She always mixed negatives and praises in her sentences, which often made people angry when they should be angry.He considered his words carefully, and did not deny his origin: "My father came from a country behind the Iron Curtain. When they were young, they waved little daisies at the dictator. When he returned home, he was another dictator. I grew up under his intimidation."

"Did he hit you?"

"It's more terrifying than that, it's mental oppression and personality insult." Luther sneered, Lionel Luthor—his father never gave him any real warmth, but he taught him other things , such as intimidation, threats, and cruelty, all of which he intensified were fed back to his father, "Until one day, I resisted, you know, I seized his company, seized all his property, and made him angry Stroke...I love that feeling, watching the once giant collapse in front of you, and the breath of the giant dying is sweet."

Lucy smiled softly: "If you have ever been afraid of authority, you should know what terrible consequences will happen when a kind of power lacks the power to resist. You think I am resisting you, no, I just want to be you, the former you."

Lucy's nails were hitting the wine glass, almost like hitting Luther's heart, "If you're not threatening me, exaggerating the facts, if the chips in the hands of the arms dealers are enough to shake the whole society, then it's time to There are some other chips on the other side of the scale."

She raised her glass, drank her own sparkling wine, and said in that kind of nostalgic tone: "For the 16-year-old shepherd boy David, he cut off the head of the giant Goliath and became a warrior. I admire him." , drives me crazy."

At the age of 16, Lex Luthor took over the entire Luthor company from his father. No one can be moved by such praise. Luthor really likes the courage that Lucy showed, but courage is not enough. Far from enough, more pressure comes from reality: "You cannot be the enemy of all arms dealers."

Lucy put the cup on the table behind Luther, and she circled her fingers in the air, referring to everyone in the banquet hall: "Then I will find new allies."

Lucy left Luther, she was going to tell Tony that someone would be bad for them, they needed to find Pepper as soon as possible, come up with countermeasures, let Stark's lobby group be prepared, and adjust Stark's internal The personnel changes should not allow the enemy any opportunity to take advantage of it.

In the banquet hall, a group of women gathered together to look at the door and laughed, and then shoved each other and made silly laughter. People gathered around the door. It looked like a heavyweight had just arrived, and he missed the exquisite meal. , but which one of the people who come here will be obsessed with that bite?

The man stepped on the carpet with gentle footsteps, lowered his head slightly, and greeted the people around him. The people around him automatically separated, and the moment the figures crossed, Lucy saw the face of the man clearly.

He is neither old nor young, his temples are covered with wind and frost, his eyes are like falcons, so sharp that people dare not look at each other, he is wearing a black suit with a flat Windsor knot.

Bruce Wayne.

This was the second time Lucy met him. The last time was in the best suit shop on the east coast, and she left in a hurry without even saying hello.Lucy was not surprised to meet him here, obviously he also came with some purpose, but what surprised Lucy was the man who followed Bruce Wayne.

The man was also wearing a well-tailored suit, wearing a pair of stylish black-rimmed glasses, and his black hair, which was always messed up, was plastered on his head. He followed Bruce · Behind Wayne, whispers in his ear from time to time.

Lucy would never have mistaken that guy, Clark Kent.

The two did not realize that an acquaintance was looking at them with surprise in the distance, and they were busy as late guests to integrate into the social circle as quickly as possible.Clark took two glasses of wine from the tray and handed one to Bruce. Before an old man came over to greet him not far away, he stepped forward and whispered in Bruce's ear, "That's a senior from Grant Davey's office." Partner John Caviezel, a lobbyist for domestic oil and gas companies, has nothing to do with Wayne & Co., no conflicts of interest, and knows your friend Harvey Dent very well, and he brokered his campaign. "

Bruce nodded slightly, raised a smile before the man came over, and firmly held the old man's hand: "You must be John Caviezel, our Gotham hero Harvey Dent still I often mention you! Look at your shoes, I know you must have made a lot of money for the firm recently."

"I made a lot of money, and if Wayne's name is on the list of my partners, I'm sure I'll make even more." The other party immediately accepted Bruce's compliment, but the two exchanged a few pleasantries, and separated after getting acquainted Now, Bruce walked towards a beautiful and somewhat enchanting woman. Clark reminded as he walked: "That's Ms. Ivy, she is the first lady's best friend, and currently runs two modeling agencies in London and Miami. Friendly Hint, you had a relationship with him, but I don't think you remember it, so..."

"I really don't remember, did I sleep with her?" Bruce Wayne whispered in surprise.

Clark shrugged: "Four years ago."

"You remember it really well."

"I recited all your schedules since you became the president of Gotham, in case you suddenly called the wrong name of your ex-bed partner and got slapped in public."

"Do you have to talk about that for a whole year?"

Bruce Wayne had a terrible headache when he mentioned this matter, but Clark had to mention it again and again, although he really couldn't blame him.

That was the first time he asked Clark to participate in a charity reception as an assistant. At that time, he met a woman who looked familiar, so he stepped forward and called the woman's name, but unfortunately he called the wrong one, and thus got He thought that the other party was the "White Swan" of the French Royal Ballet, but he did not expect that the other party was actually the "Black Queen" of the Moscow Ballet.

That incident shocked Clark too much. From then on, in order to protect the boss's face, Clark had to write down all his love history, in case of emergency.

"It's not too much to talk about for a lifetime." Clark couldn't help rolling his eyes, and he took out a key card from his pocket, "Anyway, if you really set your sights on a certain prey, this is the one from the presidential suite. Door card, be gentle, romantic, polite, classy, ​​gentleman, and remember to leave a note the next morning."

Bruce said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "How thoughtful!"

While speaking, he greeted the first lady's close friend: "Ivy! You are still as beautiful as last night."

The woman whom Bruce praised stared at her ex-boyfriend with that kind of resentful eyes.

Don't slap, don't!Clark prayed inwardly.

Ivy's wine glass tilted a bit.

Don't splash the wine either, don't!Clark continued to pray.

In the end, Ivy did neither. She threw away her wine glass, wrapped her arms tightly around Bruce's head, and gnawed on his head.After a French kiss, Ivy pushed Bruce Wayne away, left a lip print on the napkin, folded it up, put it in Wayne's pocket, and left wiggling her pretty hips.

Clark took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Bruce as if nothing happened just now.Bruce also calmly wiped the lipstick and lipstick that the woman left on his face.

"When did you become Mr. Bruce Wayne's secretary, Clark?" A soft female voice sounded from Clark.

Clark's eyes lit up. He turned around and faced his old friend. He hadn't seen her for nearly a year. When they met again, he realized that he missed her so much.

"Hey, Lucy, when did you become Captain America's girlfriend?"